A MY GARDEN GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot! Fringed pool, Ferned grot, The veriest school Of Peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not Not God? In gardens? When the Nay, but I have a sign; 'Tis very sure God walks in mine! THOMAS E. BROWN A A LITTLE GARDEN LITTLE garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the Spring. The sun's pale glow AMY LOWELL C SUNRISE ON RYDAL WATER OME down at dawn from windless hills Into the valley of the lake, Where yet a larger quiet fills The hour, and mist and water make With rocks and reeds and island boughs One silence and one element, Where wonder goes surely as once It went By Galilean prows. Moveless the water and the mist, What mighty presence yet unseen? These rapt enchanted shores? Never did virgin beauty wake Than moves this hour upon the lake Here is the bride a god may know, The god shall leap—and, Lo, Over the lake's end strikes the sun, Immortal dews and fires. So the old mating goes apace, Wind with the sea, and blood with thought, Comes up on Rydal Mere. JOHN DRINKWATER LINES FROM "THE EVERLASTING B MERCY" Y this the sun was all one glitter, The little birds were all in twitter; Out of a tuft a little lark Went higher up than I could mark, His song from blue air out of sight. |